The sea

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The sea…
I’m always there.
Conscious or dreaming
But anchored to winds.

I’m not that sailor,
Not that sailing ship;
Not that boat on the water
That the paintings pretend.

Tides for breathing,
Timber at the drift;
Sea foam for fortune
When the storm dies away.

The sea…
-Close or far-
I’ll always be there.